Robert had often fantasized about being owned by a Dominant woman. He dreamed about being trained to be a valuable and useful slave. Now, reading through the literature from Kassandra's Kinky Kollege, he saw that it was actually possible to spend from 24-hours to 4 days as a slave in an SM environment, Kasa Kassandra. Kasa Kassandra was located in the El Dorado forest, between Sacramento and Tahoe. Submissives of either gender were accepted for training. Dominant females could also attend for training.
He read through the package which included descriptions of Kasa Kassandra, the curriculum, and the rules. The Kasa sounded exotic - a structure situated out in the forest, surrounded by trees and wilderness. The list of equipment in the dungeon was impressive - large pieces for bondage and torture - a Salem stock, a stretch rack, a leather sling, a vertical cage, and a wooden cage... and several other pieces which stimulated the imagination.
The curriculum was intense and reflected the sadistic and creative nature of the Domina of the Kollege, Mistress Kassandra. The agenda for a day could include an assortment of topics, such as; Whipping & Flogging Techniques - single-tailed whips, multi-tailed whips, small whips, horsehair whips; Clips and Clamps - clothespins & zippers, nipple clamps, other clamping devices; Paddles and Spanking - wooden paddles, leather paddles, crops; Bondage Types and Techniques - leather, metal, rope, plastic wrap, long-term bondage, intense bondage; Electrical Stimulation - using a TENS unit, a cattle prod, a shock box a training collar, a violet wand; CBT - including bondage, whipping, electric, clips, piercing; Suspension - by wrists only, on a sling, in a cage, with a body harness and Sensory Deprivation & Overload - using sight control (blindfolds & hoods), sound control (earplugs & music), taste control (plugging the nose), scent control (incense & candles), and touch control (temperature play, such as hot wax, fire & ice).
The application was extensive with lengthy questionnaires about interest and experience. Lists of rules and a contract form was also enclosed in the package. And the cost, considering what was offered, was quite reasonable. He filled out the application forms, including all of the questionnaires, and anxiously awaited the phone call from Mistress Kassandra to interview him for suitability to attend the Kollege. Knowing from the literature that Mistress Kassandra only accepted a limited number of trainees at a time, he had high expectations about the attention he would get from the Mistress if he was one of those accepted.
It was almost 3 weeks before he got a call from Mistress Kassandra. They spoke at length about his interests, and his reason for wanting to attend the Kollege. She made it clear that she would not tolerate any questioning of her authority, and that she enjoyed her sadistic nature. She told him that she would accept him as a trainee, and that he should sign and forward his copy of the slave contract with his deposit.
He arrived at the pre-determined rendezvous point at 5:00 p.m., fifteen minutes early. He was nervous, afraid he might miss the meeting, afraid of what might happen if he did. At 5:15 p.m. exactly, a man wearing a red tee-shirt and black pants approached him. "Going to Kollege?" he asked. though he had in his hand the application with a picture attached, so he knew he was talking to the right person.
"Yes." was the response.
"Do you have your paperwork?" He handed the man an envelope containing the paperwork he had filled out and the balance of his tuition.
"I'm 'doc'," the man said. "Please follow me." He walked out of the building toward a van. He opened the back door, and indicated that he get inside. There were three others in the van lying down, their eyes covered. A blindfold suddenly covered his eyes. "Lay down, and relax. We will be there soon." He found a place between two of the other people as he heard the door close, and the driver's door open moments later. Then the engine started and he felt the vibration of the motor and the motion of the curving road.
They arrived at the Kollege promptly at 6:00 p.m., and the blindfolds were removed before they left the van. As they stepped into the yard, a young man introduced himself as colin and directed them toward the door to the Kasa, where another staff slave, ralf was standing. The four slave applicants were led to a common room and were each given a bag containing personal items. There was a sheet of paper on the side of the bag with written orders. The paper read:
"This bag contains the personal items you will need during your stay. There is a towel, a sheet, a washcloth, a toothbrush, and a leather collar. You are to take off all of your clothes, fold them neatly on the chair, then remove the items from this bag and put all of your clothes inside the bag and set the bag toward the back of the chair, your personal items in front of the bag, and sit on the floor in front of the chair to await further orders." It was signed "Mistress Kassandra"
Robert began to remove his clothing, carefully folding each piece as he took it off, when suddenly, Mistress Kassandra appeared next to him. She enjoyed watching submissives make blatant mistakes. It gave her an opportunity to exert her authority.
"My instructions said 'NEATLY'," she shouted in his ear as her crop bit into the side of his thigh. He jumped, surprised and hurting... frightened. She swept the clothing onto the floor with the end of her crop and stood angrily in front of him. She warmed at the sight of his response. She knew he enjoyed being controlled.
"When I say 'NEATLY', I mean button the buttons, fold along the creases, and line everything up!" she snarled into his face. "Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mistress." he whispered, feeling his stomach knot.
The crop bit into the side of his other thigh. "Speak up!" she demanded.
"Yes, Mistress." he repeated louder this time. The three other arriving slaves quickly began to refold their clothing, almost visibly trembling for fear of incurring her wrath.
"Don't EVER do that again." she stated. "If you don't understand an order, ask for clarification - but NEVER assume if you aren't totally certain." As she walked away, she said, "Because you'll PAY for it."
Goose-bumps covered his body as she stalked away. His hands shook as he picked up his clothes. Carefully, he buttoned his shirt and lay it flat to neatly fold it. He picked up his pants and folded them on the crease first, then folded them over and laid them directly on top of the shirt, taking care to line them up exactly. Next he folded his underclothes and socks, and put them on top of the pile. He stood looking at his shoes.
She serrupticiously watched his slight erection from his embarrassment. She delighted in knowing she could cause arousal or deflate it with a word, a response, or a strike. There was an incredible rush for her to strike the flesh and watch it warm and redden. She enjoyed knowing she had unquestioned control over the slaves.
"Aren't you finished with that yet?" he heard her shout. He trembled as he stared at the shoes. Should he put them on top of the clothes, or just straight into the bag? He wasn't sure.
"Please, Mistress...." he began.
She walked toward him, an amused smirk on her face. "Excuse me?" she asked.
"Please, Mistress. I don't know where I should put my shoes." he stammered.
A cold smile crossed her face. "And where do you THINK you should put them?" she asked.
"Uuhhhhh - under the chair?" he asked tentatively.
"Under the chair - WHAT ?" she countered.
"Under the chair, Mistress?"
"What were your instructions - exactly?" she asked, sounding menacing.
He looked again at the paper containing his orders. He read, "You are to take off all of your clothes, fold them neatly on the chair, then remove the items from this bag and put all of your clothes inside the bag and set the bag toward the back of the chair, your personal items in front of the bag, and sit on the floor in front of the chair to await further orders."
"Is your question answered in those instructions?" her voice was rising.
"Yes, Mistress." Quickly, he put his shoes on top of the clothes, then removed the items from the bag and put his clothes inside the bag and put the bag on the back of the chair. He made sure the personal items were neatly stacked in front of the bag, then sat on the floor.
She walked around him, looking at his body, noting his physical appearance, as well as his obvious anxiety. Angry welts swelled on the outside of his thighs. "You mark easily." she observed. "I like that." She looked at the young Dominatrix who had been standing in the background, and said, "Mistress Marguerite, I'll see this one first."
Copyright 1994, 1997 by Mistress Kassandra Kane